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Chapter 16 Murder

"It's not that we don't want to leave, but we really can't leave!"

A strong man in blue work clothes smiled bitterly: "This place is far from as simple as you think. In fact, there is an extremely terrifying monster hidden everywhere in this warehouse. If I hadn't seen them with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it was true even if I was killed."

The man's name is Qian Zhuang, and he is the security section chief of the factory. He will never forget everything that happened on the day he was on duty in the factory. Until now, he is almost isolated from the world in a dark warehouse. Whenever he thinks of it, he always feels that it doesn't seem to be true, but just a terrible nightmare he had before he woke up.

Qian Zhuang likes to drink alcohol. He especially likes to drink pure red star Erguotou with extremely high alcohol content and extremely strong taste. Although the factory explicitly stipulates that drinking is prohibited from working hours, Qian Zhuang never takes this seriously. In his opinion, nothing is as important as the little yellow soup in a glass bottle.

According to the warehouse list, a batch of goods will be transported tonight. Qian Zhuang sat in the duty room, watching TV, and put a bag of five-spice peanuts on the Erguotou. He was leisurely and comfortable. In this way, until a bottle of half a pound of white wine was found, the car that received the goods still did not appear.

It was Qian Zhuang's habit to take a nap while drinking. In order not to delay loading, he kept insisting on not letting himself fall asleep. But later, the upper and lower eyelids were attacked by the double clamp of alcohol and fatigue, and it was really hard to resist such torture. Qian Zhuang then fell asleep on the edge of the table. The sound of thunder filled every corner of the duty room at the same time.

At some point, Qian Zhuang suddenly woke up with a tremor. He looked up at the TV that was not turned off. There was already a shaking snowflake. Apart from the "rustling" sound that accompanied it, there was no movement.

Twelve to thirty. This is the number displayed on his watch.

Yawning lazily, he slowly stood up from the chair. Qian Zhuang walked to the small table next to him, picked up the water cup, and drank a few sips of the already cold strong tea. He habitually turned his dull eyes out the window.

The night was so dark. It was like a huge piece of coal mine dug out from the depths of the ground, blocking the window, completely wrapping the independent hut. The extremely weird ink color made people almost breathless.

People who sober up usually feel thirsty. Qian Zhuang's cold tea was sucked by a few sips. He felt that his throat was still dry and he walked naturally to the wall where the water dispenser was placed, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at the window on the other side.

At the entrance of the factory, under the dim light surrounded by mosquitoes, a huge heavy truck was parked. However, like the dense darkness in the night sky, there was still no movement from it.

"Damn it, I won't say hello when I come. At least, call me in advance!"

Qian Zhuang hurriedly took some water and wiped it a few times on his face. Then he grabbed the police self-defense stick on the table and put it on his waist, and hurriedly opened the door and ran out.

The guard room at the door seemed empty, and the two iron doors entering and leaving the factory were also open. They slowly swayed in the wind that blew from time to time, making a squeaking sound. It was like a completely transparent strange face, hidden in the air, with a big mouth full of fangs, waiting for the stupid prey that was automatically delivered to the door.

Qian Zhuang was very strange. There were people on duty in the guard room for 24 hours. But now it seems that everyone inside fell asleep?

Although it was summer, the temperature was nearly twenty degrees at night. Qian Zhuang still couldn't help but chill. The strong wine he drank was like ice water that had just melted, and it kept cooling through the soles of his feet.

It's really too quiet.

It's so quiet that it's so uncomfortable.

"Old Zhou, are you here? Wake up!"

Qian Zhuang took out the flashlight at his hand, unscrewed it and shook it towards the black glass window of the guard room. However, no one in the room responded. The silence of death was still maintained.

Lao Zhou is the custodian of the factory and a friend of Qian Zhuang for many years. Although this old guy likes to drink a few sips from time to time, he has never missed it. What's more, although Lao Zhou is nearly 50 years old, he is still strong. He has practiced a few fist punches when he was young, and he usually has a few strong young people in the factory. Judging from his records of working on night shifts in recent years, there is nothing lost in the factory.

Just as Qian Zhuang subconsciously wanted to push open the door of the guard room and go in to see what happened, he heard a crisp "bang" sound from the rear of the truck at the door. It was like something like a stern, falling from a high place.

The light column of the flashlight immediately changed direction, and Qian Zhuang also tightened the steel self-defense stick around his waist and moved to the rear of the car carefully and quickly.

He was right, and it was indeed a No. 3-plate hand, as thick as an arm, lying quietly on the hard concrete floor.

"Lao Zhou? Why are you? Wait, what are you doing?"

The flashlight halo spread a large range, enough to cover half of the rear of the car. On the edge of the bright white light, Qian Zhuang suddenly saw it. On the side of the rear wheel of the huge truck, which was nearly one-person tall, the familiar face of the guard Lao Zhou appeared.

Just a face.

I was still lying under the car so late, was it repairing the car?

Thinking of this, Qian Zhuang couldn't help but lower his body and naturally shot the flashlight in. He wanted to see what the old guy was doing here in the middle of the night.

The car body and the ground were empty. Apart from the night wind passing by, some were Lao Zhou's face, whose expression had never changed at all.

This made Qian Zhuang feel very strange and a little unhappy. Did the other party ignore his words?

Just as he was cursing and trying to bend down and get into the bottom of the car and drag this guy out to argue, a strong wind blew Lao Zhou's dull face and rolled straight in front of him.

"Old... Zhou..."

From a geometric perspective, circles are the most suitable shape for rolling. However, in humans, only the head is closest to it.

This is Lao Zhou's head.

But, there is no body.

Qian Zhuang only felt his hands trembling. The half pound of Erguotou in his stomach seemed to turn into cold sweats, which violently emanated from the pores on the surface of his body, soaking his close-fitting shirt...

From a close perspective, Lao Zhou's face turned pale. His eyes gradually began to cover a light white layer. Although there was no blood oozing out of the corners of his mouth, the nerves controlling the facial muscles had already lost their effect. He could only let the two gray lips open, revealing half of the surface that had been completely dry and slightly drooping.

"Die...Die...Help...Here...Here...Here...Here!"

Qian Zhuang was rushing up from the overturn, and the huge psychological pressure brought by fear made him unable to maintain his former calmness. He stood up several times, but was tripped by Langzai's steps. The hand that reached his chest and touched the police whistle could not open the pocket of his shirt because of the violent shaking. Only after struggling desperately, he was able to take out the small thing for warning signs from it, tremblingly stuffed it into his mouth.

The two rows of teeth that hit violently blocked the sudden foreign objects. If possible, Qian Zhuang really wanted to pick up a stone from the ground and smash these things that were in trouble. At this time, nothing is more important than his own life.

Until now, he finally believed that people can be scared to death.

When the sharp whistle was released, Qian Zhuang's extremely violent shock was slightly suppressed. However, such a slight comfort did not last long. A new, more terrifying fear followed through his whole body.

No one answered, and the entire factory seemed to be shrouded in silence, with no movement except the whistle echoing near the guard room.

The workshop is very far away from here, and the thick walls block the transmission of the sound of help. Only by returning to the duty room and opening the factory broadcast system can the night shift workers know what is happening here.

As he stumbled back to the room, Qian Zhuang gasped, and while unscrewing the switch of the siren, he dialed the 110 alarm phone number as fast as possible. Just as the sound of pleasant music waiting in the microphone had just ended, when the operator came to ask, he suddenly discovered that an extremely terrifying shadow appeared outside the glass window on the side.

It was a bone. There was no bone wrapped in blood and flesh.

Qian Zhuang had never seen such a bone. Not only could he move freely, but he also kneaded a sharp long knife between the two dry hands and bones, and a round shield that seemed to be made of metal.

"Help! Help!"

Without having time to say more, Qian Zhuang just screamed at the microphone and then knocked open the door and ran towards the factory without looking back. He believed that the operator could find the location of the alarm along the phone that was not hung up.

The broadcast was published in the radio. "The Universe of the World". It was recorded by Qian Zhuang on his own speaker and prepared to listen to things. However, he did not expect it to come in such a useful way.

Before he could run to the workshop, the usually closed door was suddenly pushed open from inside. A group of people who also screamed terrifyingly and called for help rushed out like a tide.

"Chen Xiaozhu, what, what's wrong?"

Qian Zhuang quickly called one of the young men and wanted to ask clearly. Could it be that there was also in the workshop...

"Uncle Qian, ghost! There is a ghost killing people. Help!"

As if to prove what he said, a group of skeletons Qian Zhuang had just seen suddenly rushed out of the workshop where the lights were exposed. They followed the fleeing crowd tightly, waving the long sword in their hands, and chopped on the unarmed people without any pity.

A worker tripped by a stone was caught by a skeleton. Without even screaming, he was cut off by a long knife that was slashed in the air. The skeleton, which was splattered with blood, grabbed the eye socket of the human head, squeezed out both eyes and threw them hard towards the desperate crowd ahead, causing a scream full of fear.

Ghost! It is indeed ghost! What else can a murderous bone besides ghosts?

"Quick! Get in that truck. Let's rush out."

The truck blocking the door had now become the only life-saving tool in Qian Zhuang's eyes. Without any time to say more, he turned his head and ran away, rushed to the front of the car as fast as possible, stepped on the pedal in front of the cab, opened the door, and was about to step in, but he suddenly saw a man without a lower half sitting on the driver's seat. He was tilting his head and grinning at him.

This is a dead person, a dead person whose lower half was cut off alive. Judging from the posture he maintained in his body, he should be the driver of this car.

The cab was full of fishy blood. Various organs and intestines that fell from the abdomen of the deceased had scattered the entire car. Qian Zhuang believed that if he had not seen Lao Zhou's tragic death before, he would have been scared to jump out of the car.

Resisting the huge fear and disgust, Qian Zhuang didn't know where he got his courage. He leaned over and opened the car door opposite him. Then he raised his legs sideways and kicked the body of the driver whose blood had frozen. He also threw the slippery intestine on the seat out of the window. Then he unscrewed the key inserted under the steering wheel and started the motor.

The roar of the car gave hope to the people who were running for life. They rushed towards the door with the lights. At the very beginning, a few young people in front flexibly opened the car door and rushed up, filling the narrow cab. Later, people had to grab the handle beside the car and flipped over the car into the car, and anxiously waited for the wheels to rotate in a tremor.

As soon as Qian Zhuang was in the reverse gear, he saw from the rear mirror that a group of ferocious skeletons were strode from the rear. He was shocked and had no time to think too much. He subconsciously stepped on the clutch and hung up again, twisted the front of the car, and rushed into the freight passage next to the entrance.

No one thought about the consequences of doing so. Everyone had only one thought in their minds: the farther away from these murderous ghosts, the better. It was only when the truck rushed into the passage and turned into the direction of the warehouse that Qian Zhuang realized that he had entered a dead end.

The passage is very narrow. If you want to turn around, you must enter the warehouse to detour. However, for the convenience of loading tonight, two fully loaded containers have been placed in front of the warehouse door. If you want to enter, you must use lifting equipment to lift it onto the vehicle...

"Get out of the car quickly and go to the basement of the warehouse."

Without further ado, Qian Zhuang quickly stepped on the brakes and blocked the front of the car that had already rushed into the warehouse. He jumped out of the car door and greeted the people behind him into the warehouse. The door wall of the underground storage room was very strong, enough to block all these murderous monsters outside.

First, he and Chen Xiaozhu rushed into the basement and took out two sharp axes painted in red paint from the closet where the firefighter tied on the wall. The screams from the end of the team could be heard very clearly. If you don’t fight hard, no one can live.

"One, two, three..."

Qian Zhuang, who was holding an axe, stood at the door, silently calculating the numbers of people rushing into the basement, and anxiously looked at the escapees who were falling behind in the distance. The tight axe handle in his hand seemed to be about to be broken by him.

There were two men and one woman running at the end of the team. One of the men was scratched by the blood under his feet without even screaming, and they were chopped into pieces by the skeletons caught up behind them.

"Hurry up! Run quickly!"

Chen Xiaozhu roared like crazy. If it weren't for the few people next to him hugging him in the waist, he would have rushed out with an axe. Because, one of the two people who fell at the end was his own sister!

Running desperately will consume too much energy. The supply of oxygen in the body will also increase rapidly. I saw that it was only a hundred meters away from the basement, but the last escaped felt that his steps were getting heavier and more difficult to breathe. The skeletons following the pursuit were getting closer and closer...

Suddenly, the desperate man reached out and pushed the woman next to him. Although it was just a moment, it was enough to make the woman stagger. The long blood-dropping knife, which was only half a meter away from her vest, finally penetrated her shoulder smoothly.

It was in these extremely precious seconds that the man was able to rush out a long distance.

A desperate scream came out from the woman's mouth. After only a few seconds, the sharp blade slashed in the air and accurately struck the white and tender neck.

"elder sister--"

Chen Xiaozhu's eyes were red with his eyes. He could not believe that his sister, who had grown up with him since childhood, was instantly rushing up by the skeletons that had been chased and chopped into meat sauce. Only the beautiful head that rolled on one side was still intact.

Everyone clearly saw that at the corner of the woman's eyes that were dying with her eyes, there was a drop of crystal and miserable tears.

The one who pushed him to death with his own hands was Chen Xiaozhu's brother-in-law, and his beloved husband!

(…Checking tickets…I’m so angry…)

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